“Crawl to me,” I growl.
She turns slowly, moving onto all fours, coming to me.
“Tongue out,” I say.
She moves toward me, her tongue already out, like she knows exactly what I want, what I expect from that pretty mouth of hers.
She stops in front of me, looking up. Her pupils are blown wide, the whites of her eyes showing as she stares at me, hungry, desperate.Mine.
“Good girl,” I murmur.
I rest my cock on her tongue, watching as she takes me in. Her lips part wider, slowly taking half of me before her throat tightens and she gags.
My hand comes up, a sharp slap against her cheek. Then I slide my hand to her neck, my fingers pressing there, guiding her.
“Relax,” I whisper.
I ease her down further, feeling her throat take more of me. She chokes around it, her tongue moving beneath the length, her hands wrapping around what she can’t take yet, working me in slow strokes.
She sucks, licks, takes me deeper, and the sound that leaves me is low, rough.
“Fuck,” I groan, my head falling back, eyes lifting to the ceiling as I let her have me.
She keeps going, her throat tightening around me in a way that makes my body tense.
I feel it building.
“Don’t stop,” I breathe.
And then I lose it.
My release hits, spilling into her mouth as I hold her there, not letting her pull away. She gags around me, her throat working, swallowing every single drop I give her.
I keep her there for a moment longer, making sure she takes it, then slowly pull out, watching her as she breathes again.
I wipe her mouth with my thumb, catching what spills from the corner, then press it back against her lips, watching as she takes it in. Her eyes are glassy, tears clinging to her lashes as she looks up at me.
“I can’t get enough of you,” I murmur.
I push her back onto the bed and follow, hovering over her until a soft chuckle slips from her lips.
“I wish we had more time before,” I say quietly, my gaze dropping to her mouth as she drags her bottom lip between her teeth.
“We have time now,” she says.
I pull her closer as I lie back, her head settling against my chest while my hand moves slowly up and down her arm.
“Yeah,” I say.
“Can I ask you something?”
She lifts herself onto her elbow, her eyes finding mine.
“I know it will come to me, but I want to know,” her gaze drops to my chest, “why shouldn’t I have answered?”
My eyes drift from her lips to her hand as I take it in mine.
“You really don’t remember?”
